P [Fallen Shrine] Armory and Computers Meeting On The Rust Bucket

Lysandra looked down at the food and curled her nose. "Was this a fresh kill?" Pushing the bowl away, her stomach doing flips as her completion turned ashen. "That wasn't processed meat either..was it?" She started turning a tinge green as realization started setting in that, this meal wasn't made with fresh food. As quickly as a Kitsune could ever hope to move, she sprang up , over the table, and through the kitchen in four fluid motions before retching into the garbage can.